It’s spring. The crocuses have bloomed. Or so Bubaloo let me know.
Bubaloo: Mom, I’ve got good news and bad news.
Me: Oh really?
Bubaloo: The good news is that it’s now spring because the crocuses have bloomed.
Me: So what’s the bad news?
Bubaloo: The bad news is that heads of the flowers are gone. A squirrel ate ‘em. I know it. Chopped the heads clean off.
Me: Yeah, I noticed that.
Bubaloo: Well this just can’t happen. I’m going to guard those flowers all day long.
He grabbed his hockey stick and headed out to the garden. He never actually got to the flower bed before he was distracted by some other element of nature.
Later on in the day I witnessed Foo-Foo, the leader of the neighbourhood wild rabbits, hopping along the backyard and snacking on grass. Something tells me that the crocus eater isn't a squirrel.